Confession: I still frequent our memories and wonder what went wrong,
haunted by an aching heart and a grown-up understanding
that I was powerless to anything but my own grief.
I closed for business, part in retreat, part due to fear,
choosing instead to idle in much-needed comfort and love of my favourite people.
Someday I will be open again, but even now I know
it won’t be without stubborn resistance, hesitation, and too much contemplation.
God bless the next man who tries to conquer my heart!
3WW words: frequent, open, someday
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June 19, 2008 at 1:15 pm
mellowpinello
I really like this line
“choosing instead to idle in much-needed comfort and love of my favourite people.”
I think the whole poem speaks to a universal experience. Even as a man I can relate to it, except the last line.
Well done.
June 19, 2008 at 10:05 pm
KaB
One day
There’s something to smile about!
June 19, 2008 at 10:15 pm
gautami tripathy
Most will relate to this..
Pages and pages of it
June 19, 2008 at 11:06 pm
Little Miss Matchmaker
I love, love, love this babe. And I miss, miss, miss you!
June 20, 2008 at 12:48 am
JenBun
Yes, let me just second mellowpinello’s comment… there is just something about that line…
Your heart is to be given…
♥
June 20, 2008 at 10:18 pm
TC
This is great. You did a fabulous job of making us all remember a time when we felt the same thing.
June 21, 2008 at 10:43 am
Jessica
One day someone will capture your heart again and this will be nothing but a sad memory that is not a reality in the present. One day at a time.
June 21, 2008 at 6:38 pm
Princess Pointful
The door will squeak open when you least expect it…
June 22, 2008 at 1:04 am
Karen
You keep your chin up, girl. Things will get better with time, and keep writing! You’re a wonderful writer. You’re able to convey real emotion in print, which is something few people can do well.
June 24, 2008 at 12:26 pm
Bone
That was just perfect. Welcome back! I have had to work a lot on not making people pay for others’ mistakes.